yo, I'm jasmine and this is my fic masterlist. I write on ACOTAR, mostly Azris and Neris, and mostly modern AUs.
my ao3 account
Azris:
Red Ferrari: multi-chapter (17/17), rating E, 96k words for now
AU where Azriel is a mechanic and has his own service station. One day, Eris comes there because something is wrong with his car.
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Ten seconds: one shot, rating E, 4.2k words
AU where Eris is the mafia boss and Azriel is a hitman who needed to assassinate him but never did.
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Sinners: one shot, rating E, 3.3k words
AU where Azriel is one of the cult leaders and Eris has little interest in imaginary gods but comes back every time
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Let me: fluffy azris one shot, 4k words
Eris was stabbed during an assassination attempt. Azriel tries to convince his husband to rest and recover.
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The One Who Burns, The One Who Drowns: Fishing village AU (1/2), 9k words
Azriel should have stayed away from Eris.
He should have ignored the way the fire-haired stranger seemed to see through him, should have listened when he told him not to go near the water at night.
But Azriel has always been drawn to dangerous things.
Now, the sea is calling for him. The drowned do not rest, and the village prays to old gods who have long since stopped listening. The waves are rising, the ghosts are waiting, and Eris is still watching him as if he already knows how this will end.
AO3
To be loved: fluff, kid fic, comfort/no hurt, 2.6k words
A collection of stories where Azris have a kid, and Azriel has to put up with two Vanserras at once.
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Equinox of Us: drabble, 400 words, fluff
Just happy married Azris, celebrating Autumn Equinox
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Designed to Love: one shot, 8k words, smut
AU where Eris is a fashion designer. Azriel, reluctantly, becomes his model.
Or two bitter exes try to stay professional for a few hours (they can’t lol).
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Neris
Again: multi-chapter (9/?), rating E
Lawyer AU where Eris and Nesta used to be rivals before she got married and decided to leave the field. But now she is divorced and determined to return to the legal field, even if it means working with Eris, not against him.
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Every Grace But Love: multi-chapter (4/20), rating M
Nesta Archeron was the eldest sister, already labelled a spinster, whose sole concern was her sister’s flawless debut and an advantageous match. And in her firm opinion, Viscount Vanserra is precisely the sort of man no respectable young lady should marry.
Or Bridgerton AU and Neris as Kathony
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Void: PWP/smut, rating E, 1.6k words
Nesta hated everything about him. Nesta craved everything he was willing to give.
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Nezris
Into the Abyss: rating E, multi chapter(3/6), 15k words
AU where Rhysand runs a cult. Azriel is his most devoted acolyte—quiet, scarred, and utterly consumed by obsession.
Eris doesn’t believe in gods. But he keeps crawling back to the apartment that reeks of incense and rot, letting Azriel carve madness into his skin one kiss at a time.
Nesta just wants to find her sister. She doesn't believe in cults, or saviors, or second chances—only that Feyre is somewhere behind those doors, and Nesta won’t leave without her.
Three lives orbiting the same ruin.
And the abyss doesn't care who falls first.
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Feysand
If it feels good, then it can't be bad: rating E, one shot, 3.6k words
Feyre never planned to become famous; she just wanted to escape, to be seen, to feel something real. From dingy bars and cramped studios to glittering parties and awaiting paparazzi, this road is long and messy, but it's hers.
or Modern AU, where Feyre becomes an actress
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Gen fics
Once upon time: one shot, fairy tale style about Eris's childhood, 1.1k words
Once upon a time, in a kingdom veiled in shadows and cruelty, there lived a young prince who loved his family dearly.
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Hunting: one shot, 3.5k words
Eris and Lucien had a tradition of going on a hunt together. Or Vanserra brothers bonding in their childhood and then in the future
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🖤🖤🖤Thank you for giving us a space to obsess more than usual. 🖤🖤🖤
And for putting this questionnaire together. If YALL want to fill out your own, which I would love to see all the Azris freaks do… you can find it here
What drew you to Azris?
A sirens call.
2. What themes do you explore most often in your fics? Do you have a favorite image or location to return to again and again?
Sacrifice is always a big one; love and survival (mostly) against all odds; I just like to put them in the most challenging situations I can imagine and see them succeed despite me. Even when they don’t, they still have each other.
3. If you could only write one, which would you choose: Fluff or Angst? Yes, you must choose one.
ANGST
4. Favorite Azris AU? Why?
Ohhhh there are so many good ones.
Some of my favorite AUs come from
@iftheshoef1tz - AO3
@jules-writes-stories - AO3
@ysmtttty AO3
5. Name a favorite Azris fic/art that you've created.
Why?
My favorite fic of mine is always the one I’m writing at the time, so Carve Me Open, right now. Though, Kerosene is my first and while it’s a mess I do love her dearly and probably the most.
My favorite Azris art so far is probably:
Click here for the full piece
6. Do you have a favorite ACOTAR pairing other than Azris?
Canon probably Nessian (though I have my woes); non canon, I fucks with Neris, and anything weird.
7. Have you worn wigs?
8. Will Eris ever wear wigs?
If @the-darkestminds is writing him he might have to.
9. What are some of your favorite head cannons about Azriel? Eris?
I have many and most of them are sad. Go figure. Here’s a (bitter)sweet one:
I’ve actually spent way too much time thinking about how Eris fell in love with Azriel because of his gentleness. He’s never at the receiving end of it but he notices. Over time, as he spends more time with his new allies he sees it over and over. The careful way Azriel hovers near Mor, protecting her, or the easy brush of his hand against Rhysands back when they talk. Eris notices how Azriel affectionately grabs at Cassian’s shoulder or the back of his head. He sees it when Azriel treats Elain like glass, or how he hugs Nesta and his High Lady, and especially when he gets glassy-eyed, with a soft smile when someone asks him about his mother. Each time he sees it, something chips away at Eris. Watching the fierce warrior who has never been anything but angry and hostile toward him, melt around those he cares about makes him ache.At first it makes him rage inside. Knowing it was possible for someone so hateful to have such a sweet and soft true nature. Reminding Eris of how brutally his father treats him and how he has always harbored a secret wish that Beron was capable of gentleness too, that he wouldn’t always want to hurt his family. When the ice between him and Azriel starts to thaw it’s impossible for him not to notice when his wings subtly shift to block the sun from Eris’ eyes. He can’t help but fixate on the playful but achingly light touch of their shoulders as they walk side by side. The first time their knuckles brush Eris was pretty sure he was going to burst into flames on the spot. Before he knows what’s happening, he starts to want to belong.
Azriel didn’t know he was seeing Eris any differently until he heard his laugh. After all the time spent spying on him, Azriel had only ever heard him cackle in sick amusement at someone else’s expense. He had never heard him laugh. Something shattered in him in that moment. He tried desperately to put himself back together and ignore that new fragile part of himself, pushing as much of his former hate towards the male as he could and almost hurts Eris irreparably because of it.
10. Why do Eris and Azriel deserve each other?
WHERE DO I START?!?!?
first, thier colors, cobalt and orange, at complimentary on the color wheel.
They are broken in mirror wasys and can relate to one another in a way that no one else can
They are set up specifically to compliment each other’s traumas in a way where only the other could provide what they need to heal from it
11. How do you find inspiration for your creations?
(It could be music, other creators---anything!)
I get a lot of inspo from music. Catch me listening to me “Hurt Me” Playlist all day long!
12. Have you ever felt creatively blocked? How have you overcome it?
I give myself space and refuse to come back to something until I get excited for it again. I will read or create in other ways while I rest my Azris brain so I can come back refreshed and ready to go hard!
13. Any advice for a content creator who is working yuts to share/post for the first time?
14. Are you a long or short-haired Eris truther? Yes, you can only pick one.
I only NEED to pick one. LONG HAIR!!!
15. If you could choose one court to live in Prythian, which would it be and why?
I want to say autumn becuase it’s Autumn BUT honestly the Dawn Court seems the most chill and innovative. Though, the Day Court has similar vibes and all those libraries!
16. Azriel and Eris are having a silly disagreement. Something about socks on the floor, or dirty mugs in the sink. Maybe someone forgot to let the smokehounds out. Who are you more likely to side with?
Eris probably picked the fight to begin with just to be petty so I’m going to side with Azriel. He and I are very similar in our thoughts on self-worth, etc., so I feel like I need to be in his corner.
17. Who has a worse temper: Azriel or Eris?
Azriel for sure. The High Lords meeting was so damning. lol.
18. What are some WIPs or ideas that you're excited about?
I will finish carve me open this year!!! Then I plan on finishing up all the other little things I have left open-ended so I can get to two more new fics I am very excited to write.
Holla at ya boi if you want on or off the Azris tag train:
If so, good news: only 3 more months until Neris Week! Watch this space over the next few days as we introduce our 2026 Mod Team and this year's prompts.
I think your writting is amazing! would you happen to have an acotar fic recs or general book recommendations which you like, are obsessed with and or just have good writing that you think inspired you.
its okay if you don't have any fics or books which have driven you to write the way you are writing now but im in dire need of some acotar or regular book reads😩 so what ever youve got ill take it.
unless of course.....you have some fic crumbs to drop 😏 (no prssure btw just cracking a joke)
awww thank you, anon!! you're sweet :)
*cracks knuckles* okay, recommendations. i have. many. for my writing style inspirations scroll right the way down after the fics !
this ask got me curious as to what the first acotar fic i read was, and therefore what inspired me to delve into this world. looking at my ao3 history, it was actually a feysand fic by flamesandshadows on ao3.
light bulb suddenly goes off in my brain because their Nyx fic Reputation is incredible. it deals with Rhys' legacy and has great worldbuilding. there's a conversation between Nyx and Eris that stays in my head even now. and, lo and behold, i too wrote a Nyx fic all the way back in 2024 because of it. without it, you wouldn't be asking me anything at all! seriously. read Reputation. i go back to it all the time.
but anyway, if you're wanting to indulge in some delightful fics:
Amongst the Shadows and Threads by @sburnheart is very fun and also another of the og fics i read - i'm afraid modern girl in x world is a guilty pleasure of mine and here we are. azriel x oc. no spoilers.
if you've not read any of the Eris x Rhys!Sister!Reader Gingerfucker series by @daycourtofficial, i'd highly recommend it! it has fluffy fics and angsty fics and smutty fics so, peruse as you will.
reminder to go read Lady of Fire and Bloom by @frostystarlight if my constant banging on about it hasn't yet convinced you. long-form erislain. sexy lucien. sexy koschei. beloved vanserra brothers ocs (sevan, the man that you are). indeed, any of frosty's fics.
Sycamine by @olenvasynyt. the world building. the character work. just the LoA pov here alone should make you want to read. the unpacking of religion............. scrumptious.
@eatsbooks of course, iphigenia of course. lick it better is a personal fave. beron x oc. the doves are so dead here. heed the warnings, and heed the High Lord.
The Stars Come Out At Night by whichdirection (not sure if they kick about on tumblr) is a very cool Feysand Hockey AU with hella formatting and cool art to go with it.
Again by @ysmtttty is a very dope laywer Neris au that i fw tremendously. eris is also a bit of a softie, which i love
the price of the ticket by @macneiceisms is also a very cool Neris au and the chemistry there with them. masterful
but ah ha. i see you, anon. you want to read lucien going down on elain like his life depends on it. Undone. @buffy-vanserra. so long as you like artistry in your smut (which i do), its for you.
The Night Court Lounge | Tribeca, NYC by @jules-writes-stories is impeccably written and yeah. azris inspo for sure. fair warning for the tags, but the opening chapter will hook you and never let go.
don't fuck your ex raw? but what if he's good with kittens? modern au post breakup elucien awaits you with Sugar by @musty-old-claptrap.
as ever, @jon-snows-man-bun is a delectable writer. even more delectable is this elain x fem!oc one shot after which you will never see peaches the same. or, indeed, rhysand.
Spirit Meets the Bones by moononastring on ao3 (not sure if they're still active on tumblr?) must be an eris x oc hall of fame fic by now. been a long while since i read it though.
Blush by @kymawrites also a hall of famer for azriel x reader enjoyers. its so fluffy and cute.
i hope this will sate you, anon. book recs and writing inspo below <3
my style of writing now is very much a bastardisation of Sally Rooney's (plus a bit of everything else i've ever read). her book Normal People is why i switched to the present tense and i think reading her books really pulled me into the world of "character first, plot second" work that i like to do. she has written three other books - but i have to say i did not very much enjoy Conversations with Friends. Intermezzo is fantastic though and is what i'm reading now. beloved stream of consciousness how you infect me. my friends tell me the tv adaption of Normal People is good, and if you prefer consuming it that way, go for it. its different apparently tho. Sally Rooney. Normal People if you havent already taken a look at it.
equally, for other books that inspired me specifically: Fight Club gripped me like nothing else when i read it; the sprawling descriptions of Germinal by Zola defo have an effect on the way i do details (for better or worse cos that man cannot stfu); beyond me to rec anything from A Song of Ice and Fire because i'm still making my way through it, but for a balance between world building, character building, plot, intrigue and everything else, it's great; as a kid i read the Alex Rider books and i still (try to) write fight scenes like Anthony Horowitz, i sincerely doubt the whole thing would thrill me now since they're for teens, but i remember reading Russian Roulette and thinking i must be able to write a character like Yassen Gregorovich, and my penchant for a corruption/redemption arc definitely comes from the fifth book in that series, Scorpia. the action scenes in those books are compelling even to the adult eye i think. in fact his writing style very much impacts how i write now, still. formative childhood memories innit. i digress. read the captive prince series if you're into it. look it up first because it has some heavy themes. but its really good and i need to finish it asap.
anyway. Sally Rooney. you can read one of her short stories about the characters in Normal People here for free to see if you like it.
oh.
you read to the end of this long post?
fic snippet for you then ;)
Please, he thinks stupidly, fist curling on the handle, please open the door.
Oh, but what good will it do him to will it?
He can open it. Should, even. The lock is just a lock. It can be broken, picked, the pegs in the mechanism moved with only a flick of his wrist as her wards do not object to him. In the cupboard under her chopping board in her kitchen, there is headache powder. Sprinkled over a meal, his pain will clear in minutes. He knows this because he has seen it, that little vial of reddish grain, taken from the seeds of flowers which bloom on the border of Summer and Spring, when she had retrieved some antidote or dressing for him not so long ago.
What good does it do him to know such? The flower and its grains are banned in his Court anyway.
He knocks again though it makes him feel a fool. Begging for her attentions, her help, her touch and the spiced, rich smell of her should be beneath him. The spoils of this world are yours, Eris. Never forget that. Those who are not wont to take what they are owed are more lowly than the dogs in the villages, whimpering for the scraps of their betters.
He scoffs, a haughty, terribly familiar sound, then he sets his jaw. Grits his teeth. Feels the stinging pang again in his head. Spoils, he thinks. What a horrible word for her.
If only they were suitable enough for a mating bond, then he could tug and she could come running, but they are not, and he can’t think of something he would want less than to bind her anywhere or to anyone, least of all him. So, if only he were brave enough to give her some way to communicate with him, so that they might be connected, and he wouldn’t have to wait.
He knocks again and knows it’s the last time he’ll try. Shouldn’t even be here. But he wants it. By all the gods, he fucking wants it.
Eris pulls away from the door abruptly, the daylight fuzzing the edges of his vision, what feels like pins sparking against his skull.
He can get fucking headache powder anywhere in this fucking city. Healers galore in this city of medicine and magic. What does he need Cleo for?
What good can the calloused hands of a healer do for the tinder box at his temples that a vial of powder cannot?
Last year's Eris week so much fun! Thank you once again for making the week so amazing! We're so excited to bring back the same energy and love for 2026!
As usual, we’ll be getting ready for the event by:
💬 Getting the Prompts Ready
🖼️ Showcasing 2025's content
✨ And of course...a lot of fun little surprises
Keep an eye out for our posts (#erisweek2026), tell your friends, and check out the other amazing events highlighted by @maased-out!!
Lastly, thank you @themadmorrigan for the incredible banner🧡
Pairing: Azriel/Eris/Reader | Rating: G | Word Count: 1121
Read here on AO3 | Neapolitan Bonds Master List
Summary: Your cycle showed up and you hid yourself away in your temporary chambers. Az and Eris are not having it.
A/N: HI!!!! Surprise. For my ACOTAR peeps who have put up with me not posting for forever and then when I did, it was stranger things. I am hoping this year is kinder to me.
You knew your cycle would come eventually. It was only a matter of time before you dealt with it while visiting with your mates. It came the second day of your stay. You didn’t bother to tell them, just declined to sleep in their bed and stayed in your chambers across the hall. They didn’t like it, but they didn’t argue and gave you your space.
The next day, you ended up staying in bed all morning with nausea and a headache. You only got up to use the bathing room and change into a soft green sweater and leggings. Near noon, you requested a servant to retrieve the Healer and have something blander brought in from the kitchens. You should have known they’d also tell your mates you weren’t well. You got back into bed, pressing your fingers to your forehead to try and will away the ache in your skull.
You heard the knob turn and the door was thrown open. You sat up wincing to see Eris wide eyed with panic standing in the doorway. Azriel was right behind him, shadows slinking along the carpet. Eris in his more courtly blue coat and Azriel in (from what you could see) a soft black tunic.
You huffed through your nose, wincing. “What?”
“Isabelle said you were ill and asked for a healer.” Eris’s eyes raked over you but he still didn’t approach.
“I asked for a healer but I’m not ill. I’m fine.” Neither of them responded or moved. “I’m not contagious.”
“You don’t know that,” Azriel muttered.
“I do know that, just go away.”
You really didn’t want to explain it to them. Nor were you in the mood for any more questions. You laid back on your pillows, head throbbing and stomach rolling again.
“Boys. Move.” A female's stern voice came from behind your mates.
You opened an eye and a curly red headed female was beside you. Edith was a younger healer- a few decades older than Eris, but the best in Autumn. She held up a purple vial.
“You’ll want to drink this for the nausea.” She helped you sit up. You downed it quickly- wincing at the taste. She had handed you another vial from her white apron. “This should ease your pain for a few hours.”
“Only a few?” It was Eris who asked with a glare, based on his tone.
Edith ignored him. The other vial tasted a little better.
“Drink you some tea,” she added and held up two extra vials. “I’m going to leave these here. If you still feel unwell by nightfall, take them.”
“Thank you,” you said softly, already feeling the tension in your eyes ease.
“You did not answer my question, Edith.”
“You know as well as I potions only do so much. Think with your mind, not your mating bond.” She walked over to him. Even being over a head shorter, she still looked him up and down, her curly hair swaying as her head moved while she did so. “You could put those hands to use and help your mate instead of fussing at me.”
Eris and Az stepped aside and watched her leave, confusion etched in their faces. It wasn’t until a shadow swirled around Azriel’s head that his expression changed.
“Oh.” His wings tucked in tighter.
“Oh?” Eris turned to him.
“It’s um,” Az peered around at you, looking for permission to continue.
“I’m on my cycle,” you rolled your eyes. “I wasn’t going to bother you both about it.”
“Oh.” Eris’s face scrunched up.
You furrowed your brows. “If you both are disgusted then leave.”
“I’m not disgusted,” Eris replied quickly, clearly offended at the implication. “I only have brothers and a male mate for a decade. I forgot it was something that happened.”
“I wish that was me,” you laughed but it sounded hollow.
“Is it always this bad?” Az asked.
“No,” you laid back, putting your arm over your eyes to block out the light. “Maybe? I never remember.”
You heard soft steps on the carpet. You pulled back your arm and Eris was beside you. He’d shed his coat and was now only in his loose white shirt. He sat on the bed beside you and brushed his fingers along your forehead.
“Do you want me to help?”
“How?” You were getting sleepy with the pain in your head gone.
“Warm hands.”
He put his palm against your forehead, a pleasant warmth radiating from it. You hummed and closed your eyes. After a moment he went back to rubbing his fingers above one of your brows.
You yawned but didn’t open your eyes. “Is it strange if I ask for you to put your hand on my stomach?”
“No. Move over for me.”
You moved to lay on your side in the middle of the bed. You felt the covers lift and Eris curled his body against your own. You sighed once he slipped his hand under the band of your leggings and rested it on your lower stomach.
“Why have I never thought to ask you to do this before?” You whispered. “You’re doing this every time.”
“Gladly.”
After a moment, you heard the door knob turn again.
“Az?” You opened your eyes and sat up a little. “Az, don’t go.”
He was at the door, hand on the knob still. He tucked his wings in tight and looked back at you.
“There isn’t much I can help you with, baby.”
You pouted. “You can still cuddle.”
”That bed is not big enough for the three of us.”
“Please?” You felt Eris let out a soft laugh behind you. “Just for a little bit?”
Even in the dim lighting you could tell Az rolled his eyes. There was silence for a moment, and he sighed. You grinned when he let go of the door knob and walked over to you. You laid your head back down and he lifted the covers to climb into the bed. You put your arm around him when he scooted in close.
“If my wings get a cramp I will hold you responsible,” he said with no bite in his tone. You hummed and he kissed the top of your hair. “Happy?”
”Very.”
You don’t know how long the three of you laid there, but with your nausea gone, you were suddenly very hungry. Az and Eris agreed to have something brought in but only if you moved to their chambers. You also had to promise to never try and hide from them again. You agreed. If anything, it was the easiest trade you’d ever negotiated and very much worth the extra apple tart Az had the shadows sneak out of the kitchens.
Nesta x Eris fic
AU, where on the eve of Winter Solstice, Nesta agrees to babysit Nyx, and Eris pays her a visit.
Read below or on Ao3
Nesta adored her little nephew beyond measure. From the moment he was born, she understood that she was ready to give her life for this small treasure. In return, she was and would remain until the end of her days his favorite aunt.
So Feyre maliciously took advantage of this opportunity to shove her child onto her older sister on the eve of the Winter Solstice.
“He’s missed you so much, he talks about you all the time,” she poured out.
Nesta, of course, understood perfectly well that this was obvious lying and flattery meant to make her agree more easily. But seeing the dark circles under her younger sister’s eyes and her recent lethargy, she could not refuse to take Nyx under her care for one evening, so that Feyre could go off to some romantic dinner or whatever else she and Rhysand had planned.
And so the little prince found himself in her small apartment in Velaris. For a few months now, Nesta had been living here, having refused the House of Wind for logistical reasons. No one was in any hurry to teach her winnowing, and relying on the winged portion of the population every single time was rather impractical.
Nyx was an active child. He was already slowly learning to flutter his wings, but thank the Mother, he still could not fly. Otherwise, Nesta could not imagine how difficult things would have been for her.
However, instead of chaotic flights, Nyx occupied himself by running all over her apartment like a little wild animal. He darted from corner to corner, shouting something out. Nesta merely watched him, making sure the little one did not smash his head into the corner of a cabinet or crash into a half-open door.
“Aunt Nes, let’s play!” he began to plead after exploring the space on his own.
Now that his curiosity about this new, previously unknown place had been satisfied, he was eager to do something else.
Instead, Nesta scooped the boy up into her arms and settled him on her lap. He giggled, leaned into her, pecked her on the cheek, but a minute later began to fidget impatiently.
“Play, play, play,” he started to beg.
Then they played several rounds of hide-and-seek. There was not much space here, but Nyx was small enough that it still remained an interesting activity for him.
After that, Nesta planned to come up with something to keep him occupied while she herself prepared dinner. Unlike her younger sister, food did not appear on the table out of nowhere in her home. A pity.
She seated him with a picture book and told him that she really wanted him to retell the story to her. Surprisingly, Nyx truly sat down with the book with an attentive look, responsibly promising that he would retell absolutely everything.
In the kitchen, she was granted only a few minutes of silence before the sound of little feet and a joyful exclamation followed.
“Aunt Nes!” Nyx clutched her leg and grinned widely.
Nesta smiled back, running her hand through his unruly black hair. The little blue eyes sparkled as if they were starry lakes. She had never thought that this cold shade of blue could convey so much warmth.
“Someone knocked on the door,” Nyx informed her with an important air.
“Did they really?” she asked, smiling.
Nyx nodded. “Yeah.”
Thinking that it was most likely Azriel or someone else from the Inner Circle whom Feyre had asked to check that everything was all right, since she could not always reach Nesta mentally, Nesta went to open the door.
Turning the handle, she was already prepared to grumble a little, saying that everything was perfectly fine, but she froze and blinked several times when she saw who stood beyond the threshold.
Eris Vanserra in person, with a bouquet of Autumn lilies, stood before her with a small smile, watching her reaction.
However, he did not smile for long, because a small parasite latched onto his leg.
“Eris!” Nyx exclaimed.
For Eris, as for everyone else, it still remained a mystery why the hell Nyx reacted to him like that.
“It’s here,” Eris grumbled, giving his leg, which the parasite had wrapped with small hands, a slight shake. When that did not work, he patted the child carelessly on the head. “Good boy, you can step away.”
Nesta rolled her eyes and shook her head. “He’s not a dog.”
“I’m aware,” Eris replied just as gruffly. “Dogs are much easier than these creatures.”
Nyx did step back and smiled broadly, pleased like a little imp. Eris narrowed his eyes, inspecting him from head to toe as if he were some kind of riddle. A difficult and insoluble riddle, it should be noted.
“Why are you here, Eris?” Nesta finally decided to ask, gently nudging Nyx back so that he would not dart out of the apartment like a cat and start racing down the street.
“Thank you for the warm welcome, my love,” Eris smiled at her.
“I’m serious.”
But Eris only smiled, and Nesta gestured for him to come in, taking the beautiful bouquet from his hands. Only after he passed by her and she made sure he could not see did she bring the flowers closer to her face, hiding the small smile that touched her lips.
Almost a year ago, she had gone to the Autumn Court. Playing the role of a diplomat, because absolutely everyone agreed that with Eris, Nesta had far greater chances than Cassian, she spent a weekend in his lands.
While they conducted negotiations disguised as a pleasant conversation, Eris showed her the territory. Not wishing to remain within the oppressive walls of the Forest House, they went out for a short ride on horseback.
Nesta would never have expected that the Autumn Court would give her a sense of greater freedom than her own home at the time. She rode forward, cutting through the wind, letting it whip her hair loose and strike her face. And it was fun. So much fun that she forgot herself for a moment.
She forgot that she was here for political reasons, throwing Eris a challenge that she could beat him in a race. Eris merely agreed, marking the landmark that would serve as the finish of their little competition.
To this day, Nesta suspected that he had let her win. Nevertheless, that did not stop her from reminding him of that incident every chance she got.
And at the end of their race, they found themselves in a field of flowers. Remembering that day even now, Nesta felt immeasurable warmth and joy from the moment she had lived through. She felt even greater warmth as she looked at the bouquet in her hands.
That day, quite casually and in passing, she had mentioned that these particular lilies were the most beautiful flowers she had ever seen.
Nesta placed the flowers in a vase and glanced back at Eris, who was trying to rid himself of Nyx, once again stuck to his leg. She wished she knew whether he remembered and this had been his deliberate choice.
“Nesta, it doesn’t want to unstick,” Eris complained as soon as he noticed her gaze in his direction.
Nesta, in turn, could not help rolling her eyes. “For the hundredth time, stop calling him it.”
He conveniently ignored her words, bending down and carefully tickling Nyx’s right wing, which made the boy squeal and immediately recoil.
“Auntie!” the boy ran toward her and hid behind her back.
“Eris,” Nesta shook her head tiredly.
But Eris only shrugged and gave her a gentle smile, the kind that made it difficult to stay irritated with him.
“I’m hungry,” Nyx declared from behind her.
“Wonderful, now it resembles a parasite’s behavior even more,” Eris snorted.
Nesta shot Eris a warning look, but it lacked any real bite.
Nyx peeked out from behind her back, clearly emboldened by her defense. “I want soup,” he announced, as if issuing a royal decree.
“Of course you do,” Nesta murmured. “Go wash your hands. Properly. With soap.”
He groaned dramatically but trotted off toward the bathroom, wings fluttering in agitation.
The moment he was out of sight, Eris began to look around the room. He leaned against the doorframe as if he belonged there, autumn fire coiled lazily beneath his skin, amber eyes tracking the space with open curiosity.
“Cute place,” he said, glancing around.
He seemed far too out of place in this small apartment. Nesta could not help noticing it. The way the space seemed to shrink even more around Eris the moment he stepped inside. He stood out grotesquely in his embroidered royal attire against this modest apartment that Nesta rented from a sweet elderly couple.
Once, perhaps, she would have felt shame. Embarrassment and awkwardness at him seeing her living space like this. Simple, small, unremarkable. But now it was her place. Her home. So Nesta merely crossed her arms over her chest and met his gaze, as if issuing a silent challenge.
Eris answered her with a smile. “I mean it. I like whatever disaster taste you possess; adds some charm to this place.”
“One more word,” she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. And then she heard the velvety laugh spilling from Eris.
In the blink of an eye, he was very close to her, gently taking her wrist and lowering her hand from her face, stroking the pale skin with his thumb. Meeting his gaze, she saw nothing but kind amusement in those amber eyes.
“I’m sorry, my love,” he said softly. “I truly like how you’ve settled in here. This place feels distinctly touched by you.”
Nesta did not have time to respond when Nyx burst out of the bathroom. He flew straight into the kitchen, still demanding food. So she and Eris had no choice but to follow the little troublemaker.
Nyx had already claimed his seat at the table, swinging his legs impatiently. Nesta first gave him a small bun to take the edge off his hunger, then returned to what she had been doing before Eris arrived. A few chopped vegetables on the cutting board.
She had no idea what she could make from all this that Nyx would actually eat, given that he was rather picky with food. It would have been strange if he were not, being the most spoiled child in the entire court.
Besides, now Eris was with them, and he curiously leaned over her shoulder, watching what she was doing.
“Looks interesting,” he commented.
Nesta snorted and turned to him, briefly glanced at Nyx, then smiled slyly.
“Occupy the child with something while I cook,” she said.
Eris’s eyes widened comically for a split second when he caught her request-order. He glanced toward the little monster, whose big blue eyes were watching them so intently it was unsettling.
“Me?” he pointed a finger at his chest.
Nesta only nodded and grinned wider. “Since you so nobly came here, I dare assume to check how I’m doing, then you can watch the child while I make dinner. Can’t you?”
There was a clear you will do as I ask embedded in her tone, and Eris did not even try to argue. He merely, with the face of a martyr and a true sufferer, awkwardly approached Nyx and told him to go with him into the living room and not bother Nesta.
Nyx obediently followed, enthusiastically saying that he wanted to show Eris something.
Thus, Nesta was left alone in the kitchen and began making soup. She was no chef and cooked only because she truly had no other choice, and eating at taverns or small shops was not as pleasant once winter set in. One had to bundle up in ten layers of clothing every time one wanted to step outside, and that was far too much effort.
When she later left the kitchen to check on how the boys were doing, she stopped quietly in the doorway.
Eris was sitting on the carpet, legs crossed, while Nyx ran after fiery animals that jumped, ran, and flew all around the room.
“Fifth!” Nyx exclaimed joyfully when he managed to catch a fire dragonfly. His wings fluttered with delight, and he even bounced in place.
Spotting Nesta, Eris put on a bored expression and only gave a slight nod. “Not bad,” he muttered to the child.
But Nyx’s joy did not diminish. He giggled and was about to run after the next magical target when Eris grabbed him by the leg and carried him upside down toward the kitchen.
Nyx squealed and kicked, then burst into ringing laughter. “Eris! Let go!”
“Let go?” Eris exaggeratedly feigned surprise and pretended to drop him on the floor, making Nyx squeal even louder.
“No-no-no! Don’t!” he shrieked.
Nesta could not suppress a laugh at the sight. So simple and unforced. Eris met her gaze, and there was something so indescribably soft and warm in his eyes that her heart felt light.
“Aunt Nes, help!” Nyx laughed.
Smiling, Nesta made an attempt to rescue him, pulling him into her arms. Nyx wrapped his arms around her neck and, with a mischievous boyish grin, turned to Eris and stuck out his tongue.
“No manners,” Eris shook his head. “The future heir to the throne and absolutely no manners.”
Nyx snorted, then demanded to be put down, running off to wash his hands one more time. Eris, meanwhile, went into the kitchen and helped Nesta set three plates with cutlery on the table.
Nesta glanced at him covertly while he was busy arranging the spoons with an attentive expression, then he turned toward her as if catching her in the act and silently smirked.
Then Nyx burst into the kitchen as well, impatiently taking his seat and wiping his hands on his sweater. Nesta only shook her head, reminding him of the existence of towels. However, Nyx was far more occupied with the bowl of soup in front of him.
“Aunt Nes cooks better than anyone,” he whispered conspiratorially, turning to Eris and covering his mouth with his palm so that, Mother forbid, Nesta wouldn’t hear. “Only her baking isn’t very good. Aunt Laine’s is better.”
Eris lifted his gaze to her, barely holding back laughter, his shoulders trembling slightly. Nesta could only snort and remind them that the food was getting cold.
“You have to blow on it,” Nyx informed Eris seriously when he took a spoon in his hand. “Or you’ll burn your tongue.”
Eris raised a brow. “Noted. I’ll take your wisdom under advisement, Your Highness.”
While they were eating, Nyx managed to chatter about how he liked carrots, especially when they were cut into little stars. Then about how he would like, at least once in his life, to see a huge, real dragon. And many more unrelated things he was excited about and felt like sharing.
Nesta watched them without quite meaning to. Watched Nyx chatter between spoonfuls, watched Eris listen—actually listen—responding with dry remarks and the occasional crooked smile that made the boy laugh even harder. It was… strange. Disarming. Seeing Eris Vanserra like this, seated at her small kitchen table, pretending to be inconvenienced while clearly enjoying every second of it.
“And Dad always hides papers in a secret drawer under the table!” he announced. “But he always locks it with a key.”
“Oh really, and could you tell me where he hides the key?” Eris asked with a foxlike grin.
“He—”
“Sweetheart, you don’t have to answer that,” Nesta said gently, taking a napkin and wiping the boy’s face.
“But I know,” Nyx protested.
“Yes, Nesta, it’s sentient and wants to answer my perfectly logical question,” Eris chimed in.
Nesta found nothing better to do than crumple the used napkin into a ball and toss it at his face.
“Aunt Nes, you said not to throw things at the table,” Nyx said with a puzzled look.
“Yes, Nes, why are you throwing objects at the table?” Eris cut in again, looking at her as if he had just pulled off a great prank.
Instead of answering, Nesta threw another napkin ball at him, unable to suppress a small laugh. Unfortunately, this time Eris managed to dodge it. Nyx giggled beside them, also reaching for the napkins, which were cruelly taken away from him right under his nose.
“Choose your battles more carefully,” Eris told him with exaggerated wisdom, the very one who had confiscated the napkins. “Your aunt is not someone you want as an enemy.”
Instead of being offended, Nyx seemed to think about it, looking at Nesta closely, then nodded in agreement.
After dinner, the child skipped back into the living room, tugging Eris by the hand and asking him to play again. Again, with the face of a true martyr, Eris followed the “little monster,” muttering that this was not what he had signed up for when he decided to stop by.
Nesta sat on the couch with a smile, watching Eris play “completely uninterestedly” with Nyx, constantly showing him magical tricks and telling tall tales that Nyx listened to with greedy attention, then ran back to Nesta to retell everything as if she hadn’t been a meter away and hadn’t heard all of it.
Another hour later, Nyx yawned for the fourth time in a row, eyelids drooping despite his valiant effort to stay awake. Nesta noticed immediately.
“Alright,” she said gently. “Finish up. Bedtime soon.”
“Nooo,” Nyx protested weakly, though his head was already tipping forward.
Nesta caught him and settled him on her lap. Nyx instinctively pressed his head to her chest, curling into a little bundle in her arms, his wings fluttering softly. He yawned again, then huffed with visible frustration.
“I want to play with Eris more,” he mumbled.
Eris glanced at them, clear surprise written across his face, but said nothing. Nesta ran her hand through the boy’s raven hair.
“But you need to get some sleep,” she reminded him gently.
Nyx grumbled something unintelligible into her sweater, but his eyes were already closing with exhaustion, and very soon he began to snore softly. Eris rose without comment and, to Nesta’s mild surprise, picked Nyx up with practiced ease. The boy barely stirred, curling in against him as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“Show me where,” Eris said quietly.
Nesta led them down the short hallway, watching as Eris carefully laid Nyx onto the bed, tugging a blanket up around his shoulders with an awkward gentleness that didn’t quite match his sharp edges. She would have sworn Eris would die before admitting that he cared about that little nightmare.
Nyx mumbled something incoherent, then stilled. Making sure he was asleep, they left the bedroom.
“I was originally going to offer you some wine,” Eris said when they settled on the couch.
Nesta shrugged. “I wouldn’t refuse now either.”
A second later, two glasses and a bottle of wine appeared on the coffee table. Eris smugly poured it and handed one to her, clinking glasses.
“Now that no one will interrupt us,” Nesta began, holding his gaze like a cat finally fixing on prey it had managed to corner, “why are you here?”
Eris put on a thoughtful expression, then frowned. “Did you hear that? I think your parasite woke up. Nightmares are perfectly normal at his age—”
“Eris.”
He sighed dramatically and swirled the wine in his glass, watching the red liquid catch the light.
“The eve of the Winter Solstice,” he said quietly, as if for the first time in his life the words came to him with difficulty. It was hard to believe such a thing could ever happen to Eris of all people. “There was no chance I’d find a way to get into your closed little city on the holiday itself, since in Rhysand’s eyes I’m still ‘too suspicious,’” they both snorted, “so it seemed right to come and ask you to spend this day together instead.”
“Why?” Nesta asked softly.
“Because… you spend this holiday with the people dear to you, don’t you?”
Eris smiled at her. So disarmingly and simply. Without subtext, double meanings, or anything else. With warmth and tenderness that Nesta wanted to return. She absentmindedly touched his hand resting on the back of the couch.
Ready for some more gut wrenching Eris Headcanons?
Because I have one idea💡
Eris didn't take part in the first war as his father seen him as too inexperienced to survive it and Beron was dead set on protecting his legacy. He wanted to hide his son somewhere safe and he asked his friend - High Lord of Night - to hide him somewhere unexpected.
So they did hide Eris. In Prison.
So, Eris sits there in the dark, in a cell, surrounded by monsters and is slowly loosing his mind. Being locked away in a dark cell, with his magic failing to cast any light, was bad enough. Being surrounded by monsters made him uneasy. But the real nightmare? If they loose the wall, he never gets out. If they win but both High Lords fall in war nobody will know to let him out. He doesn't know when he gets out. Or if his fate was already sealed but he doesn't know this yet.
When they finally collected him, Eris had no idea how much time had passed. Sun outside hurt him, his own fire hurt him, he had to be blindfolded to be brought home. He could barely walk. So Beron keeps him at the lower level of the Forest House until Eris is presentable again. The cover up was that Eris spent all of this time on continent.
When he is imprisoned again in Under the Mountain it makes him uneasy and everything is awful but it's bearable. He isn't alone. There is some light. He can use his fire magic to at least keep the darkness away. He can walk the corridors and ponder the similarities between the two and the Hewn City to keep him busy.
Later, Feyre collapsed a cave on his head. "Thankfully" he lost consciousness and woke up only after his brothers dug him out. So he wasn't stuck there for long.
And while being tortured by Beron is terrible, at least he is not alone. There are guards in the dungeon and light in the scones on the walls. And as much as sometimes he feels like is father is going to kill him or the pain will break him, he hopes that Beron will never find out what really terrified Eris.
Ready for some more gut wrenching Eris Headcanons?
Because I have one idea💡
Eris didn't take part in the first war as his father seen him as too inexperienced to survive it and Beron was dead set on protecting his legacy. He wanted to hide his son somewhere safe and he asked his friend - High Lord of Night - to hide him somewhere unexpected.
So they did hide Eris. In Prison.
So, Eris sits there in the dark, in a cell, surrounded by monsters and is slowly loosing his mind. Being locked away in a dark cell, with his magic failing to cast any light, was bad enough. Being surrounded by monsters made him uneasy. But the real nightmare? If they loose the wall, he never gets out. If they win but both High Lords fall in war nobody will know to let him out. He doesn't know when he gets out. Or if his fate was already sealed but he doesn't know this yet.
When they finally collected him, Eris had no idea how much time had passed. Sun outside hurt him, his own fire hurt him, he had to be blindfolded to be brought home. He could barely walk. So Beron keeps him at the lower level of the Forest House until Eris is presentable again. The cover up was that Eris spent all of this time on continent.
When he is imprisoned again in Under the Mountain it makes him uneasy and everything is awful but it's bearable. He isn't alone. There is some light. He can use his fire magic to at least keep the darkness away. He can walk the corridors and ponder the similarities between the two and the Hewn City to keep him busy.
Later, Feyre collapsed a cave on his head. "Thankfully" he lost consciousness and woke up only after his brothers dug him out. So he wasn't stuck there for long.
And while being tortured by Beron is terrible, at least he is not alone. There are guards in the dungeon and light in the scones on the walls. And as much as sometimes he feels like is father is going to kill him or the pain will break him, he hopes that Beron will never find out what really terrified Eris.
With their scheming fathers, Tamlin and Eris found themselves traveling to each other's courts more frequently than any other. Tours through forests on horseback were a tradition in both Spring and Autumn's cultures -- an opportunity for haughty lords to show off the virility of their lands and gloat from atop their steeds. But Tam found he needn't pay attention to the rolling hills of color changing leaves, the scent of spice and nuts in the air, or the politicking of males in their shimmering red and green robes, when he could steal the taste of autumn straight from the mouth of the most beautiful prince in the world.
HOE HOE HOE @matrixsss! HAPPY HOLIDAYS FROM YOUR BEEPAW. Here's the first of two gifts I've prepared for you. I was extremely excited when CC informed me I'd be drawing Tamris and especially when I learned YOU were my giftee. I adore this pairing and am a little disappointed that I wasn't able to get to the million other ideas I had for them (that a lot more angsty and raunchy than this one, and involving a LOT of dog!Tam), but that just means I'll be drawing them more in 2026.
I hope this is worth the months of gaslighting and blueballing I subjected you to. But I mean, I know you enjoyed that too >:)
Your second gift will come... when I finish it... orz
A very Azris solstice in which Eris and Azriel finally find the time and courage to meet up for a date. Azriel gets there a bit early because he's nervous. It's fine though, he's pretty sure he played it off cool. 🙂↕️
Might turn this into a series of “ways I can draw Azriel and Eris without needing to learn how to do faces and hands” 😄
Pairing: Azris
Summary: Amid the bustle of the upcoming coronation, Eris Vanserra is terrorizing the entire mansion. He is unhappy with the food, the servants, but the tailors bear the brunt of his wrath, unable to sew a suit that fits their ruler's complicated tastes.
Azriel's mission is simpler: to stay close and keep his mate from going insane before he even becomes High Lord.
Eris Vanserra at the end of ACOWAR, because for some reason him taking a sword to the face and walking it off is so hot to me lmao
“Eris was bruised and cut up enough to indicate he must have been in terrible shape after the fighting ceased yesterday, sporting a brutal slice down his cheek and neck—barely healed.”
Including the non-scarred version as well for vibes
Pairing: Nesta x Eris
Summary: Eris Vanserra was a viscount and a notorious rake who, quite unexpectedly, announced his intention to find a wife this Season. Nesta Archeron was the eldest sister, already labelled a spinster, whose sole concern was her sister’s flawless debut and an advantageous match. And in her firm opinion, Viscount Vanserra is precisely the sort of man no respectable young lady should marry.
Pairing: Nesta x Eris
Summary: Eris Vanserra was a viscount and a notorious rake who, quite unexpectedly, announced his intention to find a wife this Season. Nesta Archeron was the eldest sister, already labelled a spinster, whose sole concern was her sister’s flawless debut and an advantageous match. And in her firm opinion, Viscount Vanserra is precisely the sort of man no respectable young lady should marry.
the way I have the outlines all ready, rough drafts of a few chapters written, and I still cannot post any of them bc I don't have enough time to write a normal version and edit it. the agony!!!
also, it's midterm season so I am very much dying. if anyone who waits for Every Grace But Love new chapter sees this, I am really sorry. baby is a future engineer (hopefully), so give me some more time :(
